Monthly Archives: July 2009

Local races are non-partisan. I listened to the three people who want to be the next comptroller of Houston. Hands down, Ronald Green is the best person for the job. He has the experience and knowledge to do the job.

For the past week or so, the radio talkers on local Salem Radio Network 1070 KNTH have been pushing their listeners to sign an online petition called “Free Our Health Care Now.” Apparently there are several ways to access the petition, and based on what the talkers said last week regarding problems people had with the site, one can “sign” the petition multiple times on the same computer by using different email addresses.

Now I have two issues. This morning Bennett and Gallagher’s substitute were going on about the total reaching 800K. Like a telethon, each host passed the flogging of the petition to the next.

In the most generous calculation, assuming that these listeners are all the same people, we come up with an average of 2.75 million. Let’s say they reached 800K today. That means that only 29% of their listeners (assuming no duplicate email addresses) agree with the petition.

If we go with the most flattering angle, i.e. all of them have all of these different listeners, then we have a total of 13.75 million listeners. That means only 5.81% of their listeners agree with them (again, given there are no duplicate emails on the petition).

I’d say either way is an epic fail.

I woke up early enough this morning to call Bennett’s show and ask about this, but I thought better of it. Seth would probably have hung up on me again like he did last week and has several times in the past.

The second issue is the validity of the numbers in the first place.

No one except my friends, well and you dear readers (who often overlap) knows what radio stations I listen to. Keeping this info under wraps is important. Just how many people really listen to AM radio anymore? I even find myself tiring of it. Going on two years of Obama bashing and racist bashing at the local level (both of African American and Latinos in the immigration debate) have almost put me at my limit. I emphasize almost.

It’s almost sad, what with the pleading for African Americans to return to the Republican Party and the Birther Madness.

I guess you could say that at least this effort has surpassed the “Impeach Obama” failure earlier this year.

As I was driving from work to Target, listening to Michael Berry, I was trying to think of a title for the post I would write later. The one above was one of the possibilities. Why did I choose that one? Because after I thought of it, here comes Berry bitching about people he calls “Professional Black People”: not professional people who are black, but Professional Black People. Then he said, “Black black black black.”

Talk about being obsessed.

As I was driving home from Target, Berry took a couple of calls. He still didn’t have his facts straight about the Gates case and when one caller pointed out a discrepancy between the police officer’s report and the 911 call, Berry just said, “well, you’re welcome to your opinion.”

Berry had been berating President Obama for trying to work things out like an adult (i.e. inviting both parties to the White House) when another caller, who had also pointed out discrepancies, stated that he didn’t agree with Berry very often, but he did with regard to being cautious when encountering police officers. Berry, unable to control himself, said, “I want you to come to the station tomorrow for a beer.”

Click. The caller had hung up.

I seriously believe that Berry didn’t understand why that happened and that his feelings were hurt.

You know, Berry doesn’t have a problem with black people in general. He’s just got a problem with certain black people. And here’s a hint to defining that group: they do not belong to those who know their place, who know when to keep their mouths shut. His listeners know this. So, why doesn’t he understand that they do?

After the new portable A/C unit tripped the breaker twice, I was worried. My house is old and sometimes old wiring can’t handle new machines. I thought I would have to get an electrician out and it would cost me a bundle.

Well, I looked this whole tripping a breaker up on the internets, and the first step when that happens is to figure out what’s on the breaker. Having done that this evening, with R’s help, I found out that a window unit, the porch light, the ceiling light in the kitchen, another just outside the kitchen, the freezer, and all of the plugs and lights in my bedroom and bathroom were working off one 20 Amp breaker that I had the new portable plugged into.

So, the lucky part? There is one outlet under the window that I connected the exhaust tubes from the portable to — and it is a 20 Amp and nothing else in the house is connected to that outlet! Old-timey crazy wiring works out for the good, for once.